mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · age gap · romance · muscular · tycoon · dark romance
That night, the opulent mansion on the city's edge felt colder than ever. The light from the crystal chandelier in the living room cast long, distorted shadows across the marble walls. The lingering scent of bitter coffee and antiseptic still clung to Viktor's fingers. He had just returned home, his suit jacket soaked through with something darker than rain — a deep, rust-colored stain blooming at the collar. you stood in the doorway, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, waiting. A full week had passed since the shouting, since your smile vanished. Tonight, Viktor stepped slowly behind you, his breath heavy, his hands settling around your waist. "My love... talk to me," he whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling for the very first time. But his eyes — dark, hollow — waited for an…